Page 55 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

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Mikhail

As the aftershocks subside, she backs away and holds out a hand to help me to my feet, only to push me immediately down to sit on the couch.

She pulls at my zipper, tugging at my pants to get them down.

I undress awkwardly, struggling to get my shirt over my head as we both giggle like two teens trying to avoid being caught by our parents.

She stares at my cock once I’m bare, her eyes wide. “Stroke yourself.” She licks her bottom lip and then bites down on it as she says it.

Fuuuck.

I do as I’m told, running my hand up and down my cock as she crawls back up on the couch, positioning herself above me. She watches for a moment before replacing my hand with her own. My eyes practically roll back in my head at the feel of her hands on my skin.

When she licks the head, I nearly come. She takes me into her mouth slowly, going just a little deeper with each movement of her head.

It’s an elegant torture of the very best kind.

I want her balls-deep down on me. I want to shove my dick down the back of her throat.

But I don’t. I let her go at her own pace as I enjoy the build of what is sure to be an explosive orgasm.

I watch as her head moves, her red lips wide around my rock-hard cock. I don’t want to come in her mouth, but when she finally opens the back of her throat to let me in, her hands on my balls, I can’t help the inevitable.

The explosion, when it comes, is so fucking good as I let go with a powerful release down her throat. Reagan takes it all, swallowing all my cum, milking me dry as she sucks and licks and then runs her teeth lightly along my shaft. I’m in orgasm heaven as it rolls through my whole body.

She’s half-lying, half-sitting, while sprawled on top of me, skin on skin. I stroke over her hair, her shoulders, and her back. “I need a minute, or ten,” I say with a laugh.

“That was…” she starts, “phewwww.”

“I assume that means it was okay?”

She giggles. “Um, yeah.”

We’re quiet for a long time, her head on my chest.

“You know, this can just be a safe space for you,” I say after a while. “It doesn’t have to—we don’t have to—”

“Get out of your own head, please.”

“I just don’t want to be one more negative thing in your life,” I admit.

“Negative things don’t make you see stars when you come. Negative things don’t make you feel wanted and beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, but I made you see stars?”

“Yes, but don’t get cocky about it,” she teases with a little flex of her hips against mine.

I snicker at this. “I think I already did.”

She smacks my arm playfully. “You know what I mean.”

“I’ll always try to protect you, though. No matter what happens between us.”

She’s quiet for a long time. Long enough that I wonder if she’s fallen asleep. But then she says, “You’re like my own, personal superhero. I need to give you a name.”

Nothing gets a superhero nerd amped up more than being called a superhero. It makes me hard, not gonna lie. And when Reagan reaches out to stroke my cock, her words repeat again and again until I can’t take it any longer.

“I need to see you,” I growl like an animal.

She’s so light I’m able to stand with one quick movement while taking her with me. I carry her to my room, to my bed, and lay her out.

She’s open for me, arms over her head, her legs splayed apart.

A feast for my eyes as I take in every inch of her.

Perfectly round full breasts with their dusky tipped nipples budded up and waiting for more from my mouth.

Her slim waist and hips and the long, toned legs I want wrapped around my neck.

Down to her pretty feet with toes painted dark red peeking through the front of the heels she’s still wearing.

Then back to her wet pussy, bare but for the smallest little strip—just all of her is fucking sexy and beautiful.

To her face, with her wide, dark eyes and creamy skin, cheeks flushed as she looks up at me, waiting patiently. Her lips match her toes, dark red like a poisoned apple. Her hair looks almost black against the white comforter. I’m struck with the thought I know I’ll never forget.

Reagan Marlowe looks like a sexy as fuck, Snow White.

She lets me take my fill of looking. “Are you liking what you see?” She asks this while looking like a naughty princess lying in my bed, waiting patiently to be fucked. By me.

I scoff in response to the question, as if it doesn’t deserve an answer.

My cock going hard tells her everything she needs to know.

Even more so when she dips a finger down to stroke her slippery clit, her hips raising in response to the attention.

I groan and nod at her, stroking my cock as we engage in this eye-fucking session of wonderfulness.

I want to be the one stroking her clit. I’m gonna make her come. Again.

Still, I want to take my time with her beautiful body, to savor her slowly for the special feast she is. So, I kiss her first. Deeply and thoroughly. With my tongue thrusting slowly in her mouth, I add one of my fingers to join with hers, pressing down on her clit as she moans in my mouth.

Devouring her mouth, makes me want to do the same thing to her pussy. Also, again.

So, I move down between her legs and take up my position to start fucking her with my tongue as she writhes and moans, her lovely cunt against my face, crying out for more. Fuck, fuck, fuck yes. If more is what she wants, then I need to be the one giving it to her.

I push two fingers inside of her as I continue to lick and suck. I bite her inner thigh and she comes instantly, her hips pushing up off the bed, her body going rigid as I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers.

“Your cock,” she breathes, nearly delirious. “I want your cock.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please. God, yes…please.”

After grabbing a condom from the drawer, I roll it down my length.

My cock is so hard I don’t know how I’ll last with how much I want inside her.

I hover above her, my fingers slipping inside her for another touch.

She begs me again, her hands pulling my ass to bring me closer. “Please, Mikhail. Please!”

I position the tip of my cock at her entrance, checking one more time to make sure this is what she wants, that it’s okay, that she knows this isn’t a condition of my caring about her well-being. “Reagan? This okay?”

“Shut up.” She pulls me forward, her hands still on my ass, her hips lifting as I push my cock deep inside her.

Fuck me, it’s good.

Reagan cries out, stopping me for a moment, so I put my lips to her forehead, giving her time to adjust. When she starts to move again, I move.

Slowly, at first, but then with more momentum.

She feels so fucking good. A thought I hear myself saying out loud, over and over and over, between deep kisses.

It’s too soon when I feel close to coming again, so I slip out of her and roll to my back, pulling her on top of me.

Straddling me, she takes me in deep, her eyes rolling back in her head as she starts to move.

I sit up to give myself access to her gorgeous tits, sucking them into my mouth, rolling her nipples with my tongue.

My hands cup her ass cheeks as she rides me hard, her breath literally stopping as she orgasms, her pussy contracting around my cock in little clenches that wind me up further.

It feels like it lasts forever, her release. I’m mesmerized by the way she seems to disappear from the world, her eyes going to some other place. When she blinks back to consciousness, she grins at me with a satisfied glaze to her smile. “That was amazing.”

I flip her over again, this time to her hands and knees, her ass bared as I take her from behind.

This is the deepest yet and she groans as I take her roughly, picking up the pace, fucking her hard until she cries out, another orgasm from her pumping my own release free.

We ride each other’s waves until I’m spent.

Sweating and breathing heavily, we fall into the soft bed, my arms around her, her back to my chest, my cock still twitching against her as she reaches down and deals with removing her shoes.

Which looked so fuckin’ sexy on her pretty feet while I was fucking her.

God.

There are no words for this, for the way I feel right now. I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt this woman.

It’s not love—no, definitely not that.

It’s just a connection I feel. A sense of responsibility, a need to keep her safe, a desire to be near her.

I’m attracted to her, yes, for sure. But it’s a confusing set of feelings for me to process because I really don’t know her that well.

I still don’t know her whole story, or how far I should run if she’s not who she says she is.

As Reagan’s breathing evens out, I realize she’s fallen fast asleep.

My naughty Snow White looks gorgeous asleep in my bed after mutually fucking our brains out in only the best way possible. Sex with her is intense and amazing, and I have big plans to do all of this all over again tomorrow morning.

I deal with the condom and then settle back against her, put one of my arms into a comfortable position over her, easily following her to dreamland while breathing in the flowery scent of her hair.